Chapter 22 – Riley Thomas
Riley Thomas
C annon kneels on the bed. He's so damn hot in those dark jeans. The long-sleeve Henley and backwards ball cap really work on him. His short curls stick out all around his hat. The bed is going to smell like him and it makes me clench my thighs together.
Overall, I don't hate being an omega. It's just a part of who I am, but I do hate some of the impulses I have to fight against.
It can be embarrassing at times, but it can also be really freaking amazing. A shiver runs down my spine when I recall being locked together with Finnegan and Killian. The closeness and intimacy is unmatched. It's an incredible gift to be able to fully meet your partners sexual needs.
Cannon gently positions Cove near the middle.
Fluffing a pillow, he places it on the side with the edge.
He turns to crawl off the bed, but freezes, grabbing another pillow he puts it on her other side.
She's got more than half of a queen sized bed to roll to get to the edge, but I guess he's not taking any chances.
"Thank you for today," I whisper, clicking the vibration button on Lily's bassinet. She's really going to need that crib soon. She's almost too long for the bassinet portion of her play yard.
Cannon glances at the girls, then back at me. He's got a look of pure sexual heat on his face that I can't fully describe.
He grabs the monitor, flicking it on and shoves it under his armpit before gently guiding my shoulders toward the door. One hand slides down, linking our fingers, and pulling me into the living room.
"We're going to get that submitted Monday," Cannon says, guiding me to have a seat on the chaise part of the sectional sofa. "Do you feel better knowing it's handled?"
Biting my lip, I nod. "Thank you, Cannon."
"It was nothing," he whispers. He's sitting next to me, but leaning all in on my personal space. "Are you happy here?" His warm fingers brush over my cheek. I'm feeling quite stalked at the moment, by the devastatingly handsome alpha predator.
"I am," I agree. He yanks off his hat and sets it aside. Running his fingers through his hair, he blows out a breath.
"Good," he says, clearing his throat. He stretches, leaning on top of me.
I fall back against the couch and he hovers above me.
His beard is shorter than Killian's, but it still scratches over my face as he nuzzles his cheek against mine.
My nostrils flare as I inhale his manly bergamot and citrusy scent.
Cannon's much taller frame presses me into the couch.
"We're happy to have you here. You and the girls…
" He stares over my shoulder. Grinning, he shakes his head.
"You've livened up the place. This house hasn't been so full of happiness and laughter since my parents lived here.
They always wanted this to be a pack house. "
My hands clutch at the strong muscles of his arms.
"You know your job is safe no matter what, right?" Cannon asks, studying my face. "That you'd have a place here with Sunde and Kills no matter what… are you confident in that, Riley?"
"I do, I am," I say, nodding. "Kiss me?"
Cannon's body presses even more firmly against mine.
His warm breath fans over my neck as he flicks his tongue over the shell of my ear.
One hand grips my hip and the other frames my face, holding my head in place.
His skin is warm as he brushes his lips over mine.
His tongue teases me playfully and I whimper.
It's an embarrassing sound that makes my cheeks flame. He tastes like peppermint gum.
My stomach flips and flops wildly as I breathe him in. The strong body atop me has my impulses humming in approval. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've got a slight obsession with being caged in by a strong alpha.
Cannon groans against my mouth. He nips and sucks.
The scent of his arousal permeates the air around us and it does crazy things to my insides.
A shiver runs through my entire body. My nipples are tight and my pussy leaks.
Yeah, Cannon and I are biologically compatible.
That's for sure, it's evident in how drastically my body responds to his.
My neck is tipped to the side, baring my skin for the alpha on top of me.
Biting my cheek, I barely contain the urge to beg and whine.
"The first time I picked up your scent," Cannon rumbles the words against my ear. "I knew something had changed."
His hot tongue flicks over my neck and he slides his hands down catching in my leggings.
He pauses, waiting for me to agree or decline.
I grip his shoulders tighter as I nod. Cannon growls.
He leaves my panties on, pulling off my leggings and socks.
He kneels in front of me and pulls off his t-shirt with one hand at the back of his neck. My jaw drops.
He's freaking cut . Defined muscles move and flex from his heavily tattooed shoulders, across his chest and down his abs. He pulls me up, lifting my dress over my head and he groans once it's tossed away.
"Fucking hell, Riley," he growls, shaking his head. "I want those tits in my mouth."
I nod my agreement, swallowing thickly. Reaching back, I unhook my bra and let the cups fall.
Cannon undoes his belt and kicks off his shoes.
He yanks off his socks, but leaves the jeans.
He pounces, landing on top of me and we grin at each other.
He wraps his arm under mine and cradles my head in his huge hand.
Diving back in, he teases me with slow and sensual kisses as he grinds his jean-covered erection into my core. My panties are drenched, completely coated in my slick. Moving down, he licks from my ear to my neck to my breasts.
"Fuck, I love your tits." He groans against my breast as he flicks the nipple with his tongue. The hand that's not holding my head, slides down rubbing two fingers against my slit. I whine, squirming around as he lavishes attention on each breast and teases my pussy over my panties.
"Take them off?" I beg, my voice is deep and raspy with need.
Cannon's beard scrapes over my stomach as he works down with licking kisses.
He yanks my panties off and tosses them aside.
He pops the button and unzips his jeans.
He's commando as fuck, and I whimper at the tantalizing glimpse of the root of his thick cock.
"I'm leaving these on for now," Cannon says, his voice full of heat and gravel. "They warn alphas how enticing a compatible omega is. Beat it into our heads how treacherous the pull can be." He shakes his head. "It's impossible to comprehend until you're there."
I nod, a shaky mess of a nod.
"I'm going to fuck your cunt with my tongue now," he growls out the words diving into my sex. He laps and sucks at each pussy lip before brushing his tongue over my wet core. "Fuck, you taste like vanilla flavored sex."
I whimper, trembling as he holds my hips in strong hands and feasts. There's no other word for the way he ravishes my cunt. He's wicked as he teases and playfully bites. I squirm and Cannon growls, yanking me down with force. His eyes sparkle with mischief in the low light of the living room.
He crooks two thick fingers sliding them inside me as his tongue works my clit in some magical pattern meant to drive women literally fucking insane .
Cannon moans against my core, lapping at my clit and my body coils tighter.
The tight peaks of my nipples ache with the same throb that's in my clit.
"Be a good girl and come for me," Cannon barks, he immediately goes back to sucking my clit.
My body shudders in response. I'm pretty fucking sure it's impossible for an alpha to bark an omega into an orgasm. I'm also pretty fucking sure Cannon just managed it.
My pussy locks down over his fingers. It's an intense feeling as he drags his digits in and out despite my body insisting on locking them in place. I thrash and moan like a lunatic. The radiating pulse of pleasure goes on and on. He grins into my cunt as he savors every drop of my slick.
Cannon's mouth glistens as he yanks off his jeans. He prowls up my body and shoves his tongue in my mouth. He tastes like me and I shiver against him as he starts to purr. He kneels, sucking in shocked gasps of air as his hand flies to his chest. I grin at the shock on his face.
"Fuck me," he says, smiling and shaking his head. We listen to his purr for a moment more before he refocuses on the business at hand, the dominance returning to his gaze. "Flip over, present for your alpha."
The low growly tone of his bark has me scrambling to comply. I do as he says. My knees hit the couch, chest down flat against the leather, and ass arched up and out.
He doesn't immediately enter me. No he dives back in, licking my hole while I'm doggy style. It's a strange feeling that has my eyes squeezed firmly shut.
Cannon crawls over me. He slides his hand up my neck before tightening his grip in my hair and tilting my head back. His mouth descends on my newly exposed neck and shoulder. The scrape of his stubble against the sensitive area sends sparks through me, making me squirm.
"Alpha, please," I sob. He snarls in response. The sticky head of his cock bounces around my bottom as he pulls our mouths together for a filthy kiss. He's got us both up on our knees as my body writhes against his chest.
"Gonna fuck you so deep," he groans into my lips and I whine.
"Hands on the back of the sofa," he growls, pushing me forward.
One hand firmly grips my hip as the other lines himself at my opening.
"Fuck, Riley… Don't let me hurt you. I'm fucking gone.
" His words are pure gravel and he sounds physically pained.
He thrusts inside me. My hands hold the back of the couch for dear life.